Bonjour Tristesse (2024)

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(Blue Skies

by Irving Berlin )

Blue skies smiling at me

Nothing but blue skies

Do I see

Blue birds singing a song

Nothing but blue skies

from now on

I never saw the sun

shining so bright

Never saw things

going so right

Noticing the days

hurrying by

When you're in love

Oh my how they fly

Blue days

All of them gone

Nothing but blue skies

from now on

Blue skies smiling at me

Nothing but blue skies

Do I see

Blue days

All of them gone

Nothing but blue skies

from now on

(Waves lapping)

(Fabric rustling)

(Insects chirring)

- (Man): Are you dead?

From over there, you looked like

something washed-up by the sea.

(Waves lapping)

Ccile.

Ccile.



(Waves lapping)

(Indistinct)

(Birds chirping,

leaves rustling)



(Giggling)

(Humming )

(Woman speaking French)

(Humming )

(Giggling)

- Ccile, play us a song.

And not one of those sad ones.

A real live tune.

(La Plus Belle Chanson by

Jacqueline Taieb on stereo )

(Giggling)

- Whoo!

- Oh!

(Laughing)

Oh my God. OK.

All right. OK, OK.

(Woman singing in French

on radio )

(Giggling)

Whoa!

(Giggling)

(Insects chirring)

(Sighing)

Elsa?

- Mm-hmm?

- Would you like me

to read to you?

No?

- Non. Merci.

- Why not?

- It always sounds like

a nice idea to be read to,

but it never really works,

does it?

- I don't know.

- The person reading aloud

enjoys it more

than the person listening.

It's very awkward

when a word is mispronounced.

(Chuckling)

It shouldn't be,

but it is.

- Yeah, well,

I love being read to.

- Yeah?

- Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

- Are you really listening

when you are being read to?

Of course I am.

Well, I try.

It's not really

about listening is it?

- Raymond, everything

is about listening.

(Drawer opening)

(Object sliding in drawer)

(Camera shuttering)

(Phone clattering on dresser)

(Crickets chirping)

(Vinyl crackling)

(Etude by Frantz Casseus )

(Man whispering, indistinct)

- Ooh!

(Inhaling sharply,

card flipping)

(Giggling)

Hmm.

(Footsteps approaching)

- What are you guys up to?

- We're playing solitaire.

- You're both

playing solitaire?

- Mm-hmm.

- We've always played

solitaire together.

- And why don't you just play

a two-player game?

- Uh...

It sort of feels like we are.

(Inhaling deeply, kissing)

(Waves lapping)

- I love this time of day.

There's so much possibility

before lunch.

I feel like

I could do anything.

Like cook dinner

for 10 people.

(Chuckling)

- That sounds good.

- Yeah?

- Ccile... just toss it in.

Come on.

You can do it.

(Woman chuckling)

(Rocks rattling)

- She's imagining what

she looks like to us.

- What do you mean?

- Well, as practice.

- Practice for what?

- For when she wants

to be seen.

- No, I'd rather not think

of my daughter being looked at.

- No, I said seen,

not looked at.

It's...

It's a feeling, Raymond.

It's like a power.

From across a room...

- No!

- ... she will soon

be able to decide...

- No, no, no.

- ... yeah, who notices her.

- I don't want

to know any of this.

- Well, you wait.

- Hmm.

- Mmm.

- When her mother died,

she and I became close

in a manner I could

never have predicted.

- How many years did you say?

- Twelve now.

Yeah, or perhaps

my understanding

of what closeness is changed.

Everything changed.

Suddenly, we knew nothing.

And then we became very good

at knowing nothing.

We just spent time.

- You're both very good

at spending time.

Hmm?

(Birds chirping,

insects chirring)

(Wind chimes ringing)

(Curtains rustling)

(Paper rustling)

(Crickets chirping)

- It's no longer going

to be just the three of us.

Anne is coming.

- Anne?

- Anne Larsen.

- The designer?

- Mm-hmm.

She's an old friend.

- Mmm.

Hmm. You never mentioned her.

- No?

Anne has great taste.

She has always had

a strong point of view.

- I bet none of the chairs

in our home are comfortable.

(Laughing)

Clothes this beautiful

can only mean

she loves

uncomfortable chairs.

- How long is she staying?

- I can't wait

to have old friends.

(Woman tapping phone)

- We had fun.

The three of us,

we had such fun.

- She rarely smiles in photos.

- Oh, Anne's never been quick

to say or show

how she's feeling,

that's for sure.

(Speaking French)

That's how people behave

when they think

they have all the answers.

(Speaking French)

Maybe I'm being unfair.

I feel a little silly.

I don't even know her.

when I talk about women

I haven't met.

- Your mother was

one of the few people

that seemed to bring out

Anne's more... relaxed side.

They had their own

secret language.

They would sneak away

into another room

and they would talk

for hours.

And I would find them

lying on the bed of coats,

hiding from

the other guests...

(Chuckling)

... impossibly absorbed

in one another.

And I was...

(Whispering): ... so jealous.

(Chuckling)

- I'm not tired, but...

I feel like being in bed.

(Sighing)

- Might be nice

to have a forth person here.

- Mmm...

- Hmm?

Don't you think?

(Exhaling)

- What about Elsa?

- Well, Elsa loves company.

- You're being annoying.

- Why are you upset?

- I'm surprised

Anne even wanted to come.

When did you invite her?

- We've been emailing a little.

You know,

it's like that sometimes:

back and forth

for an afternoon,

and then nothing for months.

You'll see when you're older,

packing a small bag,

visiting an old friend

by the sea is... spectacular.

Feels good to need

very little...

and wake up somewhere else.

- Spectacular?

- Mm-hmm.

- That's a funny word.

- Is it?

- Are you nervous?

- Nervous?

Why?

- For get it.

- No, tell me.

I want to know.

Tell me.

- Never mind.

(Raymond gasping)

Oh no...

(Whispering): Have I totally

ruined summer by inviting her?

Should we just pack up

and go back to Paris?

Perhaps you're right.

It was an awful idea.

It was terrible.

We'll just run.

Just want to escape

in the night like thieves?

- There's no use having

a conversation with you.

- My accomplice.

What would I do without you?

(Camera shuttering)

How many photos of the moon

have you stored on that phone?

(Engine revving)



- (Man): Christmas tree.

- (Ccile): Yes.

(Waves lapping)

- Italy?

- It's a giraffe.

I don't know why I said that.

I wasn't tracing anything.

(Chuckling)

I'll do an easy one.

- That's my name.

- Mm-hmm.

- Hmm... Too fast.

Do it again?

Hmm...

Your name?

- My middle name.

- What is it?

(Chuckling)

(Waves crashing)

(Horn honking)

- You smell so good.

You drove from Paris?

- Almost 6 hours.

Too fast?

- The train takes three.

- Well...

Sometimes, you just need six.

My favourite girl

from the studio made me

a playlist for the drive.

I can share it with you.

You two are so spoiled,

enjoying this whole scene alone.

(Keys clanging)

Elsa McInberg?

He invited her here?

How long have they

been seeing each other?

The last time I saw Elsa,

she was rolling around

on the floor at Sophie's home--

a party for someone,

I don't remember who--

playing make-believe

with Sophie's two kids.

- Mmm.

- She seems somehow

out-of-place, but at home.

She took her shoes off inside.

Everyone looks vulnerable

in socks.

- Even Elsa?

(Anne chuckling)

- Raymond has always been

so impulsive.

- I should let you

unpack and rest.

They will be back soon.

- Thank you.

(Footsteps retreating)

(Waves lapping,

insects chirring)

(Birds chirping)

(Cork popping)

(Laughing)

- I saw one of your designs

in Le Monde.

Could be very good on Ccile.

- Of course.

Well, she could wear anything.

- We were talking about you.

- Come.

Catch up.

Have a glass.

(The Smile on Your Face

by Little Ann on stereo )

- I thought you might sleep

through the night

into the morning.

(Ccile chuckling)

- Uh... should I change?

- No, you're fine.

(Whispering): Cheers.

- Cheers.

I find him--

- You find Charles Webb...

charming.

(Chuckling)

- ... an idiot.

- Oh, come on!

Please!

- I do.

Charles Webb is...

- Is what?

- Unseemly.

- Unseemly?

Oh my goodness.

I really like the guy.

I've been working with him

on and off for years.

- Mmm...

- He's a businessman

and he--he's not for you.

- A businessman?

- Mm-hmm.

- What year are you living in?

- OK, art and commerce,

yes, I know all about it.

- As do I.

- And so he's kind of simple,

big deal.

(Chuckling)

- I'm uncomfortable

around adults

who don't know themselves.

- I remember you and him

getting into fights in the past.

About what exactly?

(Raymond gasping,

Elsa giggling)

Look.

He really gets under your skin,

doesn't he?

(Chuckling)

You know, I'm caught off guard

by your sudden fire.

You're flush.

I'm impressed.

- Can I see it?

Thank you.

- I find Charles fun.

- See?

- So he doesn't know about art

or what's going on

in the world.

Big deal.

And he's gross.

Everybody knows that.

But gross people

are more fun.

- (Elsa): Exactly.

(Chuckling)

I could fall asleep

right here,

at the table

with you all.

There is something

so comforting

about this exact level

of liveliness, you know?

Like loud families.

- Where is your family from,

Elsa?

- Oh, from Greece,

from Italy...

Pays Basque,

la Cte Basque, actually,

Biarritz, uh, Spain,

Algeria, uh,

a little island--

I don't know how

to say it in English--

but, uh, a little rgion

called La Kabylie.

Argentine, Belgium,

North of France, mmm, Egypt--

- How many people

in your family are there?

(Laughing)

- "Wear it in good health."

That's what

my mother would say.

- You will wake up really hot

if you leave the curtains open.

The sun hits hard

on this side.

- I'm an early riser.

It will still be cool.

- You're thinking about her.

I can see it in your face.

(Water splashing)

Can I ask you a question?

My mother and you,

who met Raymond first?

- It's all a blur.

I have this memory of him

holding the room's attention

after some party,

wearing a turtle neck.

(Ccile chuckling)

- Did he hold your attention?

- He was never still.

Your mother found

that attractive.

- And you?

(Anne chuckling)

- Good night, Ccile.

(Insects chirring)

(Birds chirping)

(Footsteps approaching)

(Humming )

Morning, Elsa.

- Good morning.

- You sleep well?

- Not really, actually.

- You strike me as someone

who has no trouble sleeping.

- Mmm.

I'll make some room for you.

Which section

would you like?

- A slice of toast

to start your day?

(Chuckling)

(Footsteps retreating)

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Morning.

Slept well?

I am starving.

Pass the tea, please?

- Mm-hmm.

(Waves crashing)

- Do you find Elsa beautiful?

- Elsa? Why?

- I know you think

she's beautiful.

- Whatever you're doing,

you're doing it to yourself.

I mean, yeah, she's

objectively beautiful. Yeah.

- Yeah, it's pretty obvious

to think a dancer is beautiful.

(Chuckling)

- You're so frustrating.

It's--it's like you're

reckless and careful...

which usually means

the recklessness

doesn't come naturally.

(Waves lapping)

- Anne arrived last night.

- Who's Anne?

Anne Larsen.

She's a friend of my mother's.

And Raymond's too,

from long ago.

I suddenly feel like

summer is already over.

- You're so obsessed

with things being over.

And I think I know

what you need.

How far have you been?

I'll take us out real far.

Everything is less intense

when you can't see land,

no matter which way you look.

- I don't know.

It sounds...

pretty intense to me.

(Chuckling)

(Waves lapping)

(Footsteps approaching)

- (Raymond): Hello.

(Elsa speaking French)

Who will join me

in the water?

- Be right there.

(Water splashing)

- Ccile, I meant to ask...

How did you do

on your exams?

- Not great.

- Will you retake them again

in the fall?

How many do you have

to retake?

- It's fine.

(Chuckling)

- What do you mean?

What is "fine?"

- It's not a big deal.

Why are we talking

about this?

- Well, how do you expect

to pass in October?

Luck?

- I've never understood why

luck is so easily dismissed.

I always found it

to be, um...

dependable.

(Waves lapping)

That was impressive,

how quickly you managed

to upset Ccile.

- She will bounce back.

- But why would she ruin

her summer with school work?

- And how will she figure out

what she's passionate about?

(Chuckling)

- Come on.

Not even you believe that.

- The water is lovely.

You two should take a dip.

(Raymond sighing)

- When I finish this chapter.

- Anne loves a reward system.

(Knife scraping cutting board)

(Footsteps retreating)

- Ccile,

before you run out...

- You still do that by hand?

- Hardly.

Come sit.

I want your opinion.

What do you think

of this dress?

- Are those roses?

- Yes.

No?

- Just surprising.

- What's wrong with roses?

This one is

really beautiful.

I'm kind of obsessed.

- I don't remember

drawing this one.

It feels...

- Free.

- ... unthinking.

I count on

these unthinking gestures,

otherwise the work

becomes really boring.

Really bad.

The moment things become forced,

I question everything.

Sometimes, I think

the point is ultimately

to know less

and less and less.

If I'm creating clarity

or meaning,

I lose interest.

There always has

to be a third thing.

- What do you mean?

- I don't know how

to talk about it.

It vanishes before

I can grab hold of it.

It's like...

when the sun comes out.

Just before it sets.

But it's not even that.

It's...

more powerful than anything

I've ever felt, even love.

- Sometimes, I'm scared

of what I'm thinking.

- And this one?

- It reminds me

of dandelion seeds.

Dandelion seeds

are design miracles.

Parachutes that take flight

in such a way

they form a vortex.

It helps them stay afloat

as long as possible.

They can travel

remarkable distances.

(Chuckling)

They're designed

to auto destruct on landing.

(Jazz on stereo )

(Raymond sighing)

Well, I guess that's it.

(Raymond talking, indistinct)

- (Elsa): No, upset.

Let them play.

(Indistinct)

(Chuckling)

- (Raymond): Ccile what?

(Vehicle approaching)

(Engine stops,

door closing)

(Elsa giggling,

door closing)

(Raymond):

They don't understand.

(Door opening)

(Raymond talking indistinctly,

Elsa giggling)

You're not driving

ever again.

- You know I will in the end.

- You nearly crashed us

into the tree.

That's crazy...

(Door slamming,

Raymond shushing)

(Whispering): Quiet! Quiet!

(Elsa giggling)

- (Elsa whispering):

I don't know.

- What was it?

(Indistinct)

We shared a circle of friends.

Actually, it was more like

we shared each other.

- Nobody wants to hear this.

We talk about

the past too much.

- Everybody wants to hear this.

Cyril, am I boring you?

Ccile?

(Chuckling)

- What's Elsa up to?

- Uh...

- Her friend is in town.

- She mentioned tickets

to a show.

- They're going to dinner,

and then she might bring her

back to the villa afterwards.

I love meeting people

from Elsa's world.

- Mmm, I never know

what any of them do.

It's quite fascinating.

(Chuckling)

- Well, we can't rely on

these two to entertain us.

- No?

- Mm-mmm.

Nobody in your generation

knows how to tell

a good story anymore.

I really failed you

in that way, Cyril.

(Cyril chuckling)

You're not very good

at build-up,

nor energy, nor suspense.

- I didn't say anything.

(Laughing)

- I'm only teasing.

At least you can sing.

It's very important

to hold a tune.

It shows you are able

to calm your insides,

to breathe and listen.

Does he sing to you, Ccile?

(Speaking French)

- All I was saying is that...

- Here she goes.

- ... reminiscing is a way

for your father to bring

the conversation

back to himself.

- Yes, 'cause all I like

to talk about is me

and myself in the past

and myself generally and,

and, uh, and...

- Taking naps.

- Naps, yes, of course.

I can't help it

in this heat.

(Anne chuckling)

- I always have

terrible nightmares,

but only when I nap,

never at night.

- That sleep-paralysis-thing,

you know?

- Yeah.

- Anne gets that.

Can't move her legs.

- If it's OK with Anne,

uh, I'd like to hear more.

I love hearing

about past lives.

- Life was happening.

I have these images of us

sitting on kitchen floors,

the three of us.

(Raymond chuckling)

We were obsessed

with each other.

Morning, noon and night.

We were in Paris and New York.

Your mother was

at the magazine,

and me, styling,

sewing things together

here and there,

making tops out of skirts,

skirts out of tops.

I saved and spent

all my money.

We never ate anything.

(Chuckling)

We just were crazy

about fashion...

in a way I hardly

recognize anymore...

even though

it's still my world.

- It's strange, isn't it?

How our greatest passions

can become our world,

and then out of nowhere...

our world stops feeling

like a life.

Hmm. Show me, Cyril.

I want to see Anne's designs.

- (Raymond): Yes.

- No.

- Yes, please. Yes!

- (Raymond): Yes!

(Chuckling)

- Thank you.

Oh!

(Speaking French)

(In English):

You love women, Anne.

Yours?

- Mmm. Yeah.

(Nathalie chuckling)

(Cyril speaking French)

(Chuckling)

- I'm remembering my dream

from last night.

- Oh, please, do tell us.

(Chuckling)

- I'm laughing because...

there was a woman in my dream

I didn't know.

And now I--I'm sure

it was you, Anne.

- Hmm. I knew

you seemed familiar.

(Chuckling)

- (Raymond):

What was she doing, though?

- I couldn't say.

You know how it is

in dreams?

A mystery person

reveals themselves,

but never clearly enough

to understand their desires.

(Chuckling)

- (Woman on radio):

Look at the boy

(Look at the Boy

by Jean Plum on radio )

- (Cyril): He doesn't realize

what he's doing, doing to me

Whoo!

(Chuckling)

- (Woman on radio): I can

think of so many things

That we could do together

- Wop!

- Whoa, whoa.

(Speaking French)

- (Cyril):

If he were mine

It would make my life

much better

(Ccile giggling)

Come on. Come on.

Look at his eyes

(Chuckling)

Have you ever seen

such a warm, tender smile

Oh, oh, oh, oh

- (Woman on radio):

Look at the way

The way he stands out

over all other guys

(Cyril humming )

Got to be so free

Got to welcome him

into my world

(Ccile giggling,

Cyril chuckling)

But I'm wondering

- Yeah.

- If he can give his heart

to just one girl...

(Cyril humming )



(Chuckling)

- (Raymond):

Now, what's this?

- I'm sharing my birthday cake

with you.

- Wait, wait, wait.

Is it your birthday?

- Yes, yesterday.

- Oh, we didn't know!

- Oh my...

You didn't say.

- Here.

- Thank you.

- Wait.

You need to make a wish.

Got it?

- Yes.

- Got it?

- Yes.

(Laughing)

- To Nathalie.

- Happy birthday, Nathalie.

- Thank you.

- Happy birthday.

(Speaking French)

(Nathalie talking, indistinct)

Look at the boy

- Mmm!

- Mmm.

(Birds chirping)

(Elsa humming )

(Water splashing)

- (Raymond):

Tell me something.

- (Anne):

I've been drawing a lot.

More than usual.

- Hmm.

Do you think you and her

are gonna be friends?

- Elsa?

- No?

- It's hard to explain.

- Mm-hmm.

- It's so pleasurable to be

in close contact with a woman

who seems totally at ease.

- What, like a muse?

- It's more than that.

- I understand.

- You do?

- Women like yourself,

and then Elsa too, I imagine...

(Inhaling sharply)

... your memory of men is never

as bright and detailed

and incandescent

as your memory of other women.

- Did you read that

in a book?

- But I think you know very well

where I learned that.

- It's funny, isn't it?

Loving someone...

- Mm-hmm.

- ... it sort of estranges you

from the world.

- Hmm.

- Raymond.

- Hmm?

- I can hold on to my loneliness

and still love enormously.

I'm very good at doing both

at the same time.

(Waves lapping)

(Waves lapping,

insects chirring)

(Birds chirping)

- (Ccile): Anne!

- Oh...

I didn't realize

the beach was so private.

- You don't have to go.

- You shouldn't spend all day

in a wet swimsuit.

(Birds chirping)

(Footsteps approaching)

(Fridge opening)

(Fridge closing)

(Footsteps retreating)

(Bottle clanging,

Anne sighing)

(Raymond inhaling deeply,

liquid pouring)

Aren't you gonna ask?

- Cyril, I imagine.

I saw it too at Nathalie's.

They've become close.

I trust Ccile.

(Scoffing)

- And him?

- Mmm.

I'm not worried about Cyril.

He's skinny like a boy

who is already

from many summers ago.

- It's a lot for her.

For you to trust her so much.

- You sound so...

wonderfully old-fashioned,

even if you don't mean to.

(Glass clanging on table)

What's really going on here?

- She's not gonna stay close

just 'cause you gave her

so much room.

- Be wrong sometimes.

It's less lonely.

(Door opening)

(Elsa talking, indistinct)

(Elsa chuckling)

(Vinyl crackling)

(Come Softly to Me

by the Roches on stereo )

- (Woman on radio):

Dahm do dahm Dooby do

Dahm, dahm

Dahm do dahm

Dooby do

Dahm, dahm

Dahm do dahm

Dooby do

Dahm, dahm

Dahm do dahm

Dooby do

Come softly, darling

Dooby do

Come to me

Stay

Dooby do

You're my obsession

For ever and a day

Dooby do

I want

Want you to know

I love,

I love you so

Please hold

Hold me so tight

Dooby do

All through

All through the night

Dooby do

Speak softly, darling

Dooby do

Hear what I say

Dooby do

I love you always

Dooby do

Always, always

Dooby do

I've waited

Waited so long

Dooby do

For your kisses

And your love

Dooby do

Please come

Come to me

Dooby do

From up

From up above

Dooby do

I want

Want you to know

I love

I love you so

(Ccile giggling)

Need you so much

Dooby do

Want to feel

Your warm, warm touch

Dooby do

Dahm, dahm

Dahm do dahm

Dooby do

Dahm, dahm

Dahm do dahm

(Giggling)

Dahm, dahm

Dahm do dahm

Dooby do

- Oh...

- No?

- Yes.

Very yes.

(Earrings rattling)

- Thank you.

The red is a success.

Here.

You look so much like her.

- Mmm.

- There's always a little voice

in my head that says:

"Push your shoulders back."

- You're lucky

if that's all it says.

"Ugly."

- "Unoriginal."

- "Boring."

- "No fun."

"Inelegant."

(Sighing)

"Just the biggest

peasant hands."

They're awful.

Are you sure?

- I like your hands.

Veins are so beautiful.



(Indistinct chatter)

(Men and women laughing)

(Raymond chuckling)

(Chuckling)

Are you having a good time?

- We were just gonna

come join you.

- Elsa is looking for you.

There's a guy.

- A guy?

- Talking to Elsa.

- Of course there is.

Um...

Look, Anne and I got to talk,

and this just felt

more right for tonight.

I mean, it's too loud

in there.

And we just thought we'd sit

in my car and talk for a bit.

Hmm?

- You know, I'm just not

feeling up for it tonight.

- You're not feeling well?

Since when?

- Can you just tell Elsa

that I had to drive Anne home?

- Why don't you find her

and tell her yourself?

Do you both think

I'm an idiot?

From the moment you arrived.

I told Cyril.

I knew it.

- What's Cyril got to do

with any of this?

- Me.

He has to do with me.

Like you before she arrived.

- We didn't plan this, Ccile.

- You've been careless

before, Raymond.

Really selfish.

How is this any different?

- We've known each other

for a long time.

And there's history.

- Real history.

- This is all

so embarrassing.

(Footsteps retreating)

- Ccile...

Can we talk

about this, please?

Can you come back?

What Then by Z Berg

Hold the shell up

to my ear

When the lapping waves

appear

Just the dial tone

I hear

Ringing sound

Of yesteryear

Steady your hands

And ice your bruise

Parce qu'aprs moi



Le dluge

A house with no address

Un moment de faiblesse

To tear us apart

is the start of the end

When I'm gone

Quand je pars

What then?

(Birds chirping)

- How are you sure?

How can you decide overnight

that you're going

to get married?

- We just don't want

to waste anymore time.

- Elsa told me last night

she will be over soon

to pick up her stuff,

in case you're wondering,

or even cared.

- I don't want you to think

that we're not considerate

of Elsa's feelings.

(Waves lapping)

(Sighing)

I'll get the glasses.

Thank you.

- You terrify me.

(Chuckling)



(Birds chirping)



- "And they would have no time

to cross anyone else,

"for it was all

very mysterious

and brought no means..."



It's getting spooky now.

(Chuckling)

- Ooh!

- Mmm, it is.

"Just before I was leaving,

they all..."



"And said in

a very hysterical way..."

(Waves lapping)





(Waves crashing)

(Insects chirring)

(Footsteps approaching)

- I let myself in.

What?

(Giggling)

- They're not home.

I like your shoes

and your bag, your hair.

(Chuckling)

- I feel sporty.

- It suits you.

Do you think I know myself

enough to have short hair?

(Woman singing

in French on radio )

- Oh, I'm keeping this.

(Chuckling)

- Are you mad at him?

- It's important

to see things coming, Ccile.

Everyone will tell you

to be present,

to be in the moment,

but I never found that

to be true.

I like to see things coming.

- I think I know

what you mean.

I can usually tell when someone

I meet once will later be, like,

an important part of my life.

Does that make me psychic?

- You've got an energy

around you.

You are a sole life

to the smallest things.

- I miss you in this world.

She's making me study

all summer.

She doesn't want me

to see Cyril.

Like she has any say in that.

- She cares about you.

She loves you.

- She thinks I'm lost.

She thinks everybody is lost.

Elsa?

- Mm-hmm?

- Are you lost?

- I never really

thought about it.

I don't think I would even know

how to think about it.

(Chuckling)

- They're getting married.

- So soon.

- In Paris.

- She's very organized...

even with no heart.

Being organized is...

very emotional

for some women.

- Hmm... I don't know.

- What?

- If that's

what Raymond wants.

- Raymond never does anything

he doesn't want to do.

He loves her.

She loves him.

They have their past,

and the past is very powerful.

- The past is conventional.

(Elsa laughing)

Raymond isn't happy.

He's lonely.

- You know, sometimes love,

I mean real love, looks lonely.

I've never known

why that is.

- He looked so happy with you.

(Clicking tongue)

- Exactly.

He's very handsome

when he's happy.

What are you trying to say?

Hmm?

- I don't know.

But will you help me?

Just...

(Sighing)

... I know it may sound

a little bit crazy.

But I think maybe there's

something that we can do.

Together,

I would need your help.

Maybe we could talk

to Cyril too, and...

He would help me

with anything.

You can come back,

and everything will be

happy and perfect.

(Waves lapping)

(Tableware clattering)

(Footsteps retreating)

(Raymond sighing)

She has asked you to talk to me,

hasn't she?

(Water splashing)

- And why would you say that?

- Your silence is different.

I'm not in on it.

I'm not gonna stop

seeing him.

- Is that what

you think Anne wants?

- Isn't it?

If she wants it,

do you want it too?

Is that how things

are gonna work from now on?

(Chuckling)

- You really need to spend

more time with her.

I've known Anne long enough

to notice when she says

exactly the opposite

of what she means.

She gets in her own way.

- I get in her way.

(Raymond sighing)

Tell me.

You also think

I should stop seeing Cyril.

- Ccile...

my love...

no matter how hard

you push me,

I'm not going

to tell you what to do

or what not to do.

(Tableware clattering,

water splashing)

- Fine.

- "Fine," what?

(Footsteps retreating,

Raymond sighing)

(Tableware clattering)

(Footsteps approaching)

(Indistinct chatter)

- (Cyril): What's going on?

- Why is it that

with some people

marriage feels so permanent,

and with others,

it feels like the opposite?

When I get married,

I don't think I want it

to feel permanent.

- Hmm.

- Did Elsa tell you

what we talked about?

- Ccile, all I want to know

is if we can be together.

Sometimes, I think

about forever.

Do you?

- You sound younger when

you start talking about forever.

- Please don't do that thing.

- What thing?

- That thing where

you don't know what to say

so you become mean.

- Be at the spot

I showed you, OK?

(Cyril chuckling)

- OK.

(Birds chirping)

(Waves lapping)

- (Raymond): Ccile?

- Let's go this way.

I need some shade.

(Insects chirring,

birds chirping)

- You all right?

- Mm-hmm.

- I feel very, very strange.

- I know.

I mean, I do too.

Think of Anne.

- Yeah, only Anne.

Only Anne.

(Indistinct chatter)

- Mmm.

- It must upset you.

Her and Cyril.

- Mm-mmm.

- You're taking this so,

so well.

Why is that?

- I'm trying not

to think about it.

- How's that going?

What do you think about

when you try not

to think about something?

- Trick question.

- Yes.

- Hmm...

I buy things...

that don't really suit me.

- Like?

- I have all these red lipsticks

I've only worn once.

- I love that.

- You?

- Well, you're looking at it.

I selfishly would like you

to be a little more...

(Moaning)

(Ccile chuckling)

- You're only restless because

we're vegetable shopping.

(Church bell tolling)

(Door opening)

(Door closing)

(Footsteps approaching)

- (Cyril):

OK, repeat after me.

Ready?

- No.

- No?

(Chuckling)

Je m'appelle Ccile

(Ccile giggling)

- (Ccile):

Je m'appelle Ccile

- Yeah.

My vie n'est pas facile

- My vie n'est pas facile

- Mais j'ai

beaucoup de style

- Mais j'ai

beaucoup de style

(Chuckling)

- Laissez-moi tranquille

- Laissez-mo tron... what?

- Moi. Laissez-moi.

- Laissez-moi.

- Tranquille.

- Tranquille.

- That's a very important one.

- Laissez-moi tranquille.

- Yeah.

- Laisse...

- Laissez-moi tranquille

- (Ccile):

Laissez-moi tranquille

- (Cyril):

Laissez-moi tranquille

- Laissez-moi tranquille

- Avec Cyril.

- Avec Cyril.

(Tapping phone)

(Chuckling)

(Footsteps approaching)

(Knocking on door)

(Birds chirping)

- Ccile.

- Yes?

- The books,

maybe it was a bit hostile.

- You're beginning

to seem desperate.

- Excuse me?

- Why do you care so much?

- This look on your face,

it's like you believe

nothing good

has ever happened to you.

(Footsteps retreating)

(Crickets chirping)

(Door opening)

(Indistinct chatter)

(Door closing)

(Shoes thudding)

- Hey.

(Breathing heavily)

(Breathing heavily)

(Crickets chirping)

(Footsteps approaching)

(Paper rustling)

(Birds chirping)

(Waves crashing)

- I know things

have been tense.

I wanted to tell you

properly and privately...

(Waves lapping)

... how much I'm looking forward

to getting to know you better.

I love Raymond very much.

The love I have for him will

never not include your mother...

and you.

- Have you ever done

something mean?

Like...

totally cruel...

on purpose?

Have you ever

not stopped yourself?

- I have.

I've hurt people I love

on their most important day.

Sometimes, I'll remember

when I'm walking somewhere

and I nearly trip

or have to pause...

'cause the shame of it

comes back like a ghost.

- (Whispering):

I'm just really tired.

- Is this about Cyril?

Seasonal love

can swallow you up.

It feels limitless...

like a song.

- It is like a song.

(Paper rustling,

door opening)

(Door closing,

footsteps retreating)

- Do you think

she's still seeing him?

- He's with Elsa now.

- You hate it when

I get impatient with records.

(Chuckling)

- One of the pleasures

of records is not having

to think about

what comes next.

What?

Tell me.

- I was about to accuse you

of trying to live in the moment.

- Where are you going?

- She's waiting.

(Ccile screaming)

- (Cyril): Whoo!

(Crickets chirping)

(Cyril grunting)

- (Ccile): This is

a good idea, I swear.

- (Cyril): I hope it works.

- It's already working.

- All right.

See you tonight.

Cheers.

(Sighing)

Tonight.

Bar du soleil.

(Chuckling)

- Who was that?

- Don't hate me.

Charles Webb.

We're meeting him

and Frances there.

- His wife?

- Mm-hmm.

- I didn't realize

until this exact moment

how much I was hoping

for a night out.

(Chuckling)

I love that feeling.

- And how's it feel?

- Fizzy.

(Felicita by Al Bano

and Romina Power )

(Man singing in Italian )



(Laughing)

- And so are you going

to be designing your own dress?

- Mmm! I'm considering

a skirt suit.

- Chic. I like it.

(Chuckling)

- The fifth of October?

- Mm-hmm.

- But that's so soon, Raymond.

- Well, the fall in Paris

just seemed right.

- And you didn't consider

waiting a year?

- Not for a second.

What for, though?

- It is romantic

to do things quickly.

- Or maybe we do things quickly

to keep the romance alive.

- Mmm.

- It will be small.

Nothing elaborate.

I'm taking care

of all the details.

- Congratulations!

Etc., etc., etc.

(Glasses clanging)

Oh, I nearly forgot!

(Charles chuckling)

- Wow!

- I told you

she's too old for that.

- Impossible!

(Giggling)

- (Raymond): Oh my goodness!

What is that?

(Laughing)

This is so cool.

- Gorgeous, eh?

- Where did you get this?

- Oh, that one is great.

- My own private collection.

(Laughing)

Elsa?

Elsa McInberg?

It's her, isn't it?

- Elsa?

I don't know her.

He looks like a Roman statue.

- (Charles): A cherub.

- (Frances): A really beautiful,

tall cherub.

(Chuckling)

- I used to dress like that.

- You did?

Like him or her?

(Chuckling)

- Well, are we just going to

talk about this beautiful couple

or should we invite them

to join us?

- (Charles):

To fall in Paris.

- Fall in Paris. Oh.

- To fall in Paris.

(Brake clicking,

engine stops)

(Crickets chirping)

(Raymond sighing)

- Your accomplice.

- I love you, Anne.

(Birds chirping)

(Knocking on door,

Ccile inhaling deeply)

- Come in.

(Door opening)

- I thought

you might need this.

How are you feeling?

- Did you have fun

last night?

Yeah, I was pretty bored.

- Sometimes, I can confuse

boredom with feeling hurt.

Both can make a person

get carried away.

- Not you.

You never get carried away.

- No, I do.

And then I don't

for a very long time.

(Anne chuckling)

You must be looking forward to

seeing your friends at school.

- I guess I'm looking forward

to the fall.

The wedding.

And the change of season.

- It's always easier to leave

the house in a jacket, isn't it?

(Chuckling)

Try and get

some more rest, OK?

(Door closing)

- (Cyril): How did I do?

Were you jealous?

- I was.

I'm beginning to hate myself.

- Is that new?

- This hate is different.

Feels like a poison

inside of me.

- Well, that's guilt.

- Don't do that.

Don't try to name

what I'm feeling.

- Why are you doing it?

- When I'm thinking about it,

I don't know.

But when I'm not

thinking about it,

it feels like

I don't have a choice.

- But you do.

- You know what

I really don't like?

When I say

I don't have a choice,

and then somebody

insists that I do.

(Chuckling)

If I'm not hungry,

I'm not hungry.

- Yeah.

But whenever you tell me

you're not hungry,

you end up eating

from my plate.

I have a present for you.

- No.

(Raymond clears throat)

No, no, no, no!

No, no, no!

(Chuckling)

(Clears throat)

(Guitar )

(Singing in Italian )

(Raymond singing

in Italian )



- She becomes the person...

(Indistinct)

She can't get hurt.

(Chuckling)

- That's very sweet.

- Bye.

(Footsteps retreating)

(Phone chiming)

- Um, I need to grab

some things in town.

- We should go before

the shops close.

Let me find my list.

- Mm-hmm.

- Butter. I used up

what we had left.

There were some other things.

You know what?

I'll get those tomorrow.

- Hmm.

- I'm going for a swim.

(Footsteps retreating,

Anne inhaling deeply)

- I should walk this off.

(Raymond chuckling)

(Chuckling)

(Waves lapping)

(Leaves rustling)

(Insects chirring)

(Waves lapping)

(Insects chirring,

birds chirping)

(Woman giggling)

- (Raymond): Trs beau.

- (Elsa): Ouais, trs beau.

Trs beau.

- Mm-hmm.

Elsa, I don't understand.

(Elsa speaking French)

- I love that.

So cool.

(Chuckling)

That's funny.

(Elsa and Raymond

speaking French)

(Waves lapping)

(Birds chirping)

(Ice crunching)

(Birds chirping)

(Door slamming,

footsteps retreating)

(Door opening, closing)

(Engine starting)

(Footsteps approaching)

- Ccile... please,

get out of the way.

- What happened?

Don't go!

- It was nice for a moment,

wasn't it?

- I can fix this.

Just give me a chance

to fix this.

- No, I was wrong.

I was the most wrong

I've ever been.

- No, Anne, we need you.

Wait!

(Engine revving)



(Sighing)

(Indistinct chatter)

(Sirens in distance,

footsteps approaching)

(Objects clattering)

(Church bells tolling)

- Hello.

You all right?

I could never get up,

and that would be absolutely OK.

I could live right here

on this tile.

- Mmm.

(Sighing)

- Please tell me something.

- About?

- Anything.

I feel like my throat

is filling up.

- Her hugs were

warm and cool.

Never longer than a few seconds,

but you would feel so held.

(Raymond chuckling)

- Yes.

- Maybe that's

what elegance is.

Being warm and cool.

- Does she feel

like our secret,

or was that

a cruel thing to say.

- Everything will feel cruel

for a long time.

- When your mother died...

I was knocked out.

'Cause I was younger,

and--and you were small.

And I... don't know what

you understood at the time.

Probably so much.

(Sighing)

You know, life then was still

about new joys, not old ones.

And grief...

grief just did not fit.

There was a period after that

where I didn't recover

or remember or...

or move forward.

I--I needed

everything up close,

'cause that was the most

immediate way to live and...

with Anne...

I was finally,

after so long...

good.

- Good?

- Yes.

Good.

(Chuckling)

I--I loved hearing her

in the next room.

I will never, ever take

anyone or anything

for granted ever again.

- But we will.

(Wind howling)

(Footsteps approaching)

(Jewelry rattling)

(Footsteps retreating)

(Rain pattering

against window)

(Sniffling)

(Speaking French)

(Woman singing

in French on radio )

- You came!

- Hey.

(Door closing)

- I was either gonna bring

something or be late,

and now I'm late

and empty-handed.

- I'm just happy you came,

so don't worry about it.

Your coat?

Just over here.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

- I'll come find you in a sec.

- Take your time.

(Indistinct chatter,

cheering)



(Girls speaking French)

(Waves lapping)